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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motives_for_spying https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motives_for_spying I don't think anybody here believes that blackmail is the onl

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motives_for_spying https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motives_for_spying I don't think anybody here believes that blackmail is the only thing that can motivate somebody to spy.

lightpuma 8y ago
I mean, what would motivate me to betray my country? Considering that "countries" are a naive object of belief to begin with, the premise of the question is qualitatively silly. What's a country, but a manifestation of a military's cumulative threat of violence, organized around, for the most part, language. So lingual zones are the root of most conflict, since animalistic urges find a wall in the inability to express thought beyond the language barrier. But diplomatic channels have long since been forged, and the keys of economic, social, and political interchange have been interlocked for more than half a century since atomic and nuclear annihilation has become well-known and understood. So, to betray a "country" conceptually, as a means of understanding... character? I mean come on. Get real. That's not what any of this is about. Philosophically, social contract theory reveals that this guy was left out in the cold. While kids make millions from goofing off in front of a camera for youtube subscribers, this guy gets jail time for being old. And ain't that something? But, if this is a problem, what's the fix? Pretty much a turkey in every pot. Something that's still not guaranteed, as some of us risk retiring from a life of flipping burgers into a life of eating cat food for dinner, in tenements and hovels, or under bridges and overpasses, in vans down by the river. So we get ghosted. Left out in the cold by youth smartphone leagues, and for what? For being a good boy. For being convenient enough to fold up and fit in your pocket, so as not to be a nuisance, while you search for an appropriate trash receptacle in yet another liminal zone we share together for but a moment while we still live and breath. Ah, there we are. A place to put recyclables. In you go! Wouldn't want to litter! Wouldn't want to pollute! Go quietly to your grave. If starvation is uour fate, so be it, friend.

lightpuma 8y ago

I mean, what would motivate me to betray my country? Considering that "countries" are a naive object of belief to begin with, the premise of the question is qualitatively silly. What's a country, but a manifestation of a military's cumulative threat of violence, organized around, for the most part, language. So lingual zones are the root of most conflict, since animalistic urges find a wall in the inability to express thought beyond the language barrier. But diplomatic channels have long since been forged, and the keys of economic, social, and political interchange have been interlocked for more than half a century since atomic and nuclear annihilation has become well-known and understood. So, to betray a "country" conceptually, as a means of understanding... character? I mean come on. Get real. That's not what any of this is about. Philosophically, social contract theory reveals that this guy was left out in the cold. While kids make millions from goofing off in front of a camera for youtube subscribers, this guy gets jail time for being old. And ain't that something? But, if this is a problem, what's the fix? Pretty much a turkey in every pot. Something that's still not guaranteed, as some of us risk retiring from a life of flipping burgers into a life of eating cat food for dinner, in tenements and hovels, or under bridges and overpasses, in vans down by the river. So we get ghosted. Left out in the cold by youth smartphone leagues, and for what? For being a good boy. For being convenient enough to fold up and fit in your pocket, so as not to be a nuisance, while you search for an appropriate trash receptacle in yet another liminal zone we share together for but a moment while we still live and breath. Ah, there we are. A place to put recyclables. In you go! Wouldn't want to litter! Wouldn't want to pollute! Go quietly to your grave. If starvation is uour fate, so be it, friend.